The atmosphere in the Sharma house was tense, a sharp contrast to the joyous occasion it was supposed to be. Mehendi artists, sent by the Rathores, were setting up their tools, their chatter filling the room, but the heaviness in the air dulled any excitement. The walls seemed to absorb the suppressed cries, the silent pleas, and the unshed tears.
"Writing has never been just about stories for me. It's been a journey of finding my voice, of expressing the thoughts I couldn’t say aloud. Every word, every chapter is a piece of my heart, my passion, and my dreams. It hasn’t been easy – the doubts, the sleepless nights, the endless revisions. But with every bit of encouragement, every piece of feedback, I’m reminded why I keep going.
So, here I am, hoping you’ll support me, not just as a writer, but as someone who’s putting their soul on these pages. Every review, every like, every word of encouragement keeps me going, makes me believe in this dream. Let’s make this journey together. And remember, no matter how many chapters we write, it’s your love and support that turns these words into a story worth telling."
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